To the foreign friend

Hey! How are things there?

Here things are boring and I'm in decline again

It's cold and breathe is hard. Humidity is no good for me

There is hot. I don't like hot places. You neither, I know.

Why don't you come here? You would like this.

Cold weather is nice. I can't breathe but it's nice.

We could see the daybreak and the stars. Well, here is difficult to see the stars.

But we could imagine them

Stars , stars, who doesn't like stars? Who wouldn't like to shine as a star?

Who wouldn´t like to disappear in the firmament as a star?
appear and disappear --- appear and disappear

StAr

Sometimes I'd like to be one and shine...